"Taking himself seriously, so you don't have to."

An American In Anarchia: Part I

Posted by on Feb 19, 2013 in Literature | 0 comments

Introductions were in order: where I was from, where he was from, common ground, differences between America and Italy. He was mid-30s, average height, strong build, a four-day fuzz covered his cheeks, jet-black hair slicked with an oily substance, cut like a young Elvis.

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Vulcanized Rubber Soles

Posted by on Feb 19, 2013 in Literature | 1 comment

A day, alike others in so many ways, finally came when the clowns had run out of days to give me. When the scale had become so unbalanced as to topple, spilling its contents all at once.

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A Response to a “Lack of Color”

Posted by on Feb 5, 2013 in Poetry | 1 comment

Skies of blue: refraction of light omits a spectrum Earth cannot see, its residents vicariously.

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Pitstop on the Way to the Grand Canyon

Posted by on Feb 5, 2013 in Poetry | 1 comment

While Maggie was busy protecting the family, and Everly was invested in another egotistical fantasy, and Henry pondered the devilish characters’ persuasive ingenuity, Little Suzy could feel pressure building steadily.

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Atlas Drugged

Posted by on Feb 5, 2013 in Poetry | 1 comment

Chalk it up to humanity, no animal tortures so subtly.

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Chasing the Synthesis

Posted by on Feb 4, 2013 in Poetry | 4 comments

Disparate ideas – all of them – and the best path to betterment. Lacking the words. And yet there it is!

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Ode to the Clouds

Posted by on Feb 4, 2013 in Poetry | 1 comment

I see her in the clouds, and I meet her in my dreams

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The Man in the Window

Posted by on Feb 4, 2013 in Poetry | 1 comment

Who’s that man in the window? Who’s that guy on the street?

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